Sweets With Sweets War Not,

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

His Heart As Far From Fraud As Heaven From Earth.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herald Of Joy: I Were But Little Happy, If I Could Say How Much. Lady, As You Are Mine, I Am Yours: I Give Away Myself For You And Dote Upon The Exchange.